. but she hadn’t seduced them. They had lured her into a compromising position and deliberately impregnated her due to some supposed revelation or w...hatever. They had used various drugs to lower her inhibitions, so one could claim that it wasn’t fully consensual, nor was it completely coercive.The bishop in question, Orvin Lane, had been freely indulging some rather interesting narcotics that certainly skirted the Word of Wisdom, not that I very much cared about that. The results of this drug. "Mmmmmm your pussy juices and champagne, what an intoxicating mixture!" he said, in between his tongue's deep insertions in my now gushing pussy. His seated friend stroking my now swollen clit. Not-too-far from us, I could see a couple seated at a table; the woman's chair was turned away from us. The man, whose chair was facing us, eagerly tried to glimpse whatever he could of my dripping cunt. Knowing he and Tim were watching only added to my excitement.Tim arose and headed to our table. . She also was running her hands over my cock and she was feeling the hardness. I started licking her neck and she shivered in ecstasy. She was trying to escape my strong arms but I grabbed her by her boobs and ass. I started biting her neck like a lusty animal and she started moaning ” hhhmmmm aaaahhhhh uss karannnn, please stop we shouldn’t do this. But I sensed that as a welcome gesture to go wild. I went in again and suddenly stopped to which she looked shocked and she grabbed me and kissed. As she left she mouthed to me, ‘Thanks!’I sent for Anna Prefontayne. Then, asked the orchestra to get ready for playing “I Don’t Need Anything, But You.”Anna burst through the crowd and said, “You needed me for something, Michael?”“Yes,” I said. “Knowing you, you probably already know most of your songs, correct?”“A few of them,” she grinned in response.“How about “I Don’t Need Anything, But You?”“Sure.” she sounded so excited.“Paul, here is your chance to show us your dancing chops, if you.